St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-01-03


''Ah, Dick. this is like a breath of those
old sweet days waited back to us again. Do
you remember?'
1t was Clarice Hills low, seductive voice
uttering these words, and her white hand
rested lightly against his for an instant as
she turned from the piano where she had
been singing a touching old love song, with
Grace CampbelPS lover attentively turning
her music.
Yes" was his reply in tone as low,
while his dark eyes dwelt admiringly upon
the lovely. fascinating blonde face half
pleadingly uplifted.
And does she know how well acquainted
we were two years ago?" murmured Cla-
rice, with furtive glance towards Grace,
who was engaged with other guests, and
only too well pleased that Dick seemed
eXerting himself to entertain her dearest
friend
No" answered Dick, half-shamed
flush rising to his cheek. Il have merely
told her that l met you several times at
Newport. She has no idea that-that-of
anything more" he broke off cOnfusedly.
A low, soft laugh rppled from Clarices
beautiful lips as she turned and ran her
ieweled fingers over the keys again liz the
prelude of another song.
II was sad flirt in those days, was ]
not?" she said, and Dick fancied that a
strain of regret mingled with the gay, care
less little laugh.
Certainly the glance she gave him with
the words seemed to say SO, and Dick
felt his heart thrill, in spite of himself.
with the memories they wildly recalled.
Two years before there had been some
thing more than mere acquaintance be-
tween them, a prolonged and unusually
interesting filtration. Not. all Irritation.
either. for on his part, at least, it had come
dangerously to real sentiment. But it had
ended suddenly after all. as such affairs so
often do. without much apparent regret on
either side.
In his subsequent love for Grace which
was more real than any other love of his
! life had been. Dick had almost forgotten
that old affair, sweet as it had been. But
now it all came back 10 hm-those long
walks and talks on the starlit beach, with
| Clarlce's little white hand on his arm,
| Clairce's fair, hewitching face so danger
ously near his own,
| She was more beautiful than ever. and
Dick was flattered by the thought that she
! had always cherished fond regrets for the
past and that she was willing to renew theil
Meeting IOllldllce-
| Before week was over he had yielded
! entirely to the spell of those olden memo
ries, and Clarice knew it. But Grace die
not. Blind in her love and confidence, she
saw nothing of the wrong being done hel
until the very evening before Clarce's visi
was to end.
And it was his voice-the voice of the ont
whom she loved dearer than her own life
| which dealt the blow
She was in the garden, gathering some
buds and leaves for his boutonnere tina
| very moment, when his words fioated to he
ear.
1T is too late now for either of Us to re
gret your coming here he was saying
with strange mixture of passion and bit
terness in his accents. Il did love Grace
would have been true to her but for that
But love you now. Clarce, more than
ever did in those old days at Newport. 1
may be fools love, an infatuation-call i
what you will-but can no longer resist
Clarice, is this love III vain?"
No, Dick, it is not. came the low, sef
answer. Il always felt that our parting a
we did two years ago was all mistake
and, to tell the truth. that is why cam
here. thought l had right to win vol
back if L could, and l am glad have sue
ceeded.D
.'Traitors"
That one word seemed to cut the still